Xu Yi jolted awake and hurriedly sent in his spiritual energy, clearly probing the three spectra. The moment he made contact, his heart began pounding wildly despite himself. He had unmistakably detected the three medicinal properties of Black Root Grass, along with the extremely elusive miscellaneous qi.
Suddenly, Xu Yi withdrew his spiritual energy, scooped Qiu Wa into his arms, and planted several hard kisses on her little face. Then he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
Qiu Wa wiped the saliva away with a look of disgust, occasionally sniffing at her face. Her bitter little expression crumpled into a tight frown.
Xu Yi continued laughing wildly, far too excited to stop. He realized that Qiu Wa's discovery would lay the strongest possible foundation for his ascent on the Immortal Path.
Xu Yi knew all too well how profound the significance of the spectra Qiu Wa had produced was.
The reason he had been unable to get started was simply that he had never managed to develop his own unique way of grasping the microscopic world. Until he crossed that threshold, he would remain an outsider to the art of alchemy.
The spectra Qiu Wa had produced had, in effect, made the microscopic world of medicinal properties visible. It was like a doctor sterilizing a patient's wounds entirely by experience: which medicine to use against which germs, whether every last germ had been killed, what remnants remained, and how long the patient would take to recover—all of it could only be judged by the doctor's experience.
But when the microscope came into being, the gates to the microscopic world opened. All of this could be determined through direct observation, without relying on experience to verify it.
"How did you do that? Quick, tell me. How can you have